moved


can....




..........My father....




It was he who had just spoken .....




And his voice was full of pride and anticipation.




"Yes, your Highness, everything is fine."




A quiet but penetrating whirring became audible and continuous


a shrill sound filled the room ..... I was undoubtedly in


one whom the voices of strangers echoed slightly.




My trained ear could hear footsteps under the noise .....


Someone came up to me .....



"Simply brilliant. This will usher in a new era."




Again it was the king, my father.




New era? What did he mean?




Suddenly a glowing energy seized me and as if electrified


my body started to twitch ... But I didn't feel any pain, only


the strong vibration that shot through my body.




Finally light penetrated my picture ... Amazingly sharp and clear


a flickering but then calm image became visible.




I lay under a glaring lamp that worked at least twice


was as big as myself.




Reflexively, I sat up stiffly ..... More unconsciously than me


really clear about what i was doing ...




... Did I move of my own will at all?




Terrifying thoughts flew through my mind. I was like


remote controlled.




Confused, I turned my head to my father, who was with his arms crossed

Arms next to the plate on which I was lying.




Cables bit each other like hitting my arms and legs, which I do


could not move yet .... yet .... not?




What was going on?




Why was I paralyzed?




My father must have recognized the questioning look. He grinned


malicious.




"My son, are you in pain?"




Although the words were an expression of concern, I didn't


the feeling that he was around me for even a second


had frightened ..... He spoke coldly and matter-of-factly.




"No."




I don't know why I sounded so hard myself ... Although I did


Was afraid .... i was a child ..... why should i not be afraid


feel?




The grin on my father's face turned cruel.




"Very good."




There was madness in his shiny eyes.



"Then you succeeded ..."




I was shocked, but I was unable to flinch ...




"What do you think?" I asked puzzled.




"We created the perfect fighting machine ... a cyborg ... the one


First of many more. "




"What are you saying?" I gasped ..... The truth crept into mine like poison


Blood.




And my father confirmed my suspicions with a mocking,


terrible laugh.




"Yes, you heard that right .... Who could be more worthy than the son of


King's? For this attempt we had to give you ..... some


Amputate body parts .... "




I wanted to shake my head, I wanted to scream, but I stared


just looked at him with wide eyes ...




This cruel man who just put all my faith in him and mine


future kingdom crumbled now grinned in broad

In the face of my horrified expression.




"Don't worry ... since I'm not a monster, I'll give you the


Delete memory of our little conversation ... Hmmm ... what would that be


appropriate for you? What do you want to remember? "




I tried to swallow, but couldn't.




Erase memory ... program new memories ... I was one


Machine created by my father who sacrificed me for one


To have a machine that obeyed him.




"I do not care......"




"I think we can think of another nice story in this one


the whole situation fits .... And so that you don't get your valuable one either


You lose pride, my son, it will be a ... memory that you


makes you mentally strong ..... oh soul, I say? A robot has


no soul! "




He laughed but I almost didn't hear it anymore ...




He had sacrificed me ... My own father ...!My father had


made me a guinea pig!




But the real cruelty was that he didn't kill me ...


And I could think .....




Bulma stumbled wearily down the cellar stairs. Actually had


Vegeta promised to give her a hand when she opened the basement


wanted to muck out.




But now she was standing alone after a hard day at work


her duty there, without help ..... even Trunks had pinched.




Bulma growled unladylike and put both fists on her sides.


Then she stretched until her spine cracked.




"You're getting old, girl ..." she hissed, rubbing her forehead.


Although she didn't feel like working hard at such a late hour


she forced herself to be disciplined and orderly


create ... After all, the pain was most beautiful when it was after


let. The down-to-earth woman was already looking forward to the night, when

she was lying in her comfortable bed and lying on the cool pillow


could rest ...




"Where's Vegeta when you have him for a change


needs ...? "She sighed and grimaced.




A Saiyan .... Why did it have to be a Saiyan she was in


fell in love? But when she thought of Vegeta's spicy and


bitter face thought she had to smile mildly. you


knew only too well what was hidden under its hard shell. Even if


hardly a smile finds its way out of the dark depths of his heart


could pave the way, he shone an irresistible one for Bulma


Power and fascination from ... In addition, the proud prince was a


loving life partner and family man, even if he is difficult


did that to show.




A pleasant tingling sensation awakened in Bulma's body as she touched it


thought how she could caress his weathered, dark skin,

could kiss his strong arms and his amazingly delicate lips ...




Smiling, she pushed open the door to the cellar.




And froze.




"I'll talk to father ..." Goten promised firmly and patted


Trunks pale cheeks.




"But now don't cry anymore, Koi-san. I love you ... and me


don't want to see how you suffer Everything will be fine."




Trunks grinned like his father, a little incredulous and crooked, but he


grinned. The tears had long since dried up, dried in the warmth


of Goten's love.




"Actually, the older one should comfort the younger one, Chibi ..."




"Oh what ..." Goten raised an eyebrow and wrinkled his nose.




"You don't always have to act as the great and strong protector,


Show-off. "




Trunks gave Goten a loving pat on the head.




"I'm the more dominant, the man in this relationship, got it,

little chibi-chan? "




"That's too much, just wait until I'm big and strong, then I'll hit you


you ... "Goten took a deep breath and puffed himself up. His opposite


giggled.




"You look really stupid with that." With a quick movement, squeezed


Trunks on Goten's cheeks and he let out the air in astonishment.




"It's better." Trunks smiled and leaned over to the surprised


Goths to kiss him.




When it came off again, Goten had closed his eyes.




"Wow ..." he whispered gently. "I never thought I would


would be so missed after just one day. "




"Hmm ..... So who is the female?"




Goten looked cheekily at Trunks.




"Not yet proven, Koi."




Trunks snapped his fingers.




"Shit .... but now to the seriousness of life .... I'm going to father


down and see how it is. "



Although he tried to sound happy he got quieter than


he spoke of the prince.




"Is good Koi ... I love you."




"Yes, I like you too ..."




When Trunks stepped into the basement, he already felt the aura of himself


Mother. A cold shock shot through his body. she had


Discovered Vegeta.




With little suppressed strength he tore open the door and stopped there


the doorknob between his trembling fingers.




"Mother!" he called and looked at the boss of Caps. Corp ....




Bulma looked at him ... long and dumb ... without the slightest movement


demonstrate. Then she looked again at the reclining Saiyan prince, the


was connected to the energy dispenser ...




“He's ... a cyborg.” The woman began calmly and swallowed, embarrassed.


Trunks stared at her in disbelief.




"Mother.."




"Don't say anything .... I see he's hurt?"



Your son couldn't believe his ears ... His mother didn't show any


Signs of sadness, confusion, or despair.


"Mother ..... you are not ...."




"Come ..... come and give me a hand ..." she asked, already grasping


after her bag with the most necessary tools she always has


carried with him. But Trunks got ahead of her and grabbed hers roughly


Finger. But Bulma forgave him because his face was a mask


out of horror and confusion.




"Aren't you scared? I mean ..... he's ..." His


Voice broke